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Hermione sat next to James's bed, loath to move in case he woke up and was disorientated. The healer had been horrified at the extent of his injuries, several deep long gashes to his back and neck from the golems. She berated Hermione for allowing a student to be injured, not bothering to correct the witch that it was in actual fact Alastor Moody who had caused his pain, knowing it wasn't worth the effort.
Hermione would have to deal old Moody a little payback, perhaps something to do with his metal leg. Snickering softly at the thought of pranking a world class Auror she missed James shifting in the bed and the opening of his hazel eyes.
"Little one?" Hermione fell out of her chair with a thud, thoroughly stunned by James's soft voice.
"Not funny," She grumbled as he chuckled and looked down at her from his high position on the bed. "How are you feeling?" Hermione smoothed down her clothing and tentatively reached out for his hand that he took instantly. The pad of his thumb was drawing slow lazy circles around the inside of her wrist, tender and gentle and just like her lover.
"I've been better," James winced and tried to roll over to face his love but was stopped by an intense pain in his neck. "What happened?"
"The golems were a bit more," She paused and gave his hand a squeeze. "They were a bit more enthusiastic than we'd hoped."
"Enthusiastic?" He replied slowly, his eyes lingering over her lips as her tongue darted out to moisten them.
"Oh, James it's all my fault!" She cried out and buried her face in his blankets, startled by her distress it took him a moment to respond, his hand left hers and moved to the back of her head, stroking her soft curls and soothing her distress.
"I don't see how it was your fault," He said slightly confused. "I wasn't fast enough that's all."
"I allowed Alastor to increase the power on the golems. He thought they were too weak for you and your power should reflect those of the attackers."
"Oh," He replied softly and removed his hand from her hair, shifting slowly in the bed he could make room for her. "Get in." He ordered in a tone that warranted no argument.
"James…" She started to say but was cut off by him tugging her sharply into the bed.
"Hush up and let me hold you." He murmured and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, ignoring the aching pain in his back.
"Someone might come in," She whispered, resting her head on his firm chest and splaying her fingers across his warm skin.
"I don't plan on shagging you," James chuckled against her hair then laced their fingers together.
"Pity," She giggled when he pinched her arm then shifted so she could look up at him. "I'm sorry for what Moody did, James. I should have stopped him but I was a little intrigued to find out how you would handle yourself."
"And how did I handle myself?" He asked and stroked his thumb along the back of her hand.
"Like a champion."
"James Potter, champion dueller and expert lover." He laughed hard at Hermione's expression, caught between amusement and being scandalised.
"Someone's coming!" Hermione hissed and launched herself into the chair by the bed, ignoring James's pained protest.
"Mister Potter, I am pleased to see you are awake!" Hermione rolled her eyes as Dumbledore walked around the curtain, his blue eyes twinkling at the schools Head Boy.
"I am a bit sore," James admitted. He flicked his eyes to Hermione who smiled at him softly before her eyes hardened and turned to the headmaster.
"Was there something you needed, Albus?" She asked curtly.
"Yes, I wish to see you in my office after dinner tonight, we have some orders for your class that we need to go over."
This time it was James's turn to roll his eyes, the headmasters less than covert 'orders' comment certainly didn't go over his head and didn't think anyone with intimate knowledge of the war would have been fooled also.
"I'll be there," She looked quickly to James and raised her brow. "I must be off. Mister Potter will you inform Peter that I'll send an elf to collect him when I return? I wish to discuss his future aspirations and our appointment was booked for this evening."
"I will, Professor."
Hermione gave his hand a quick squeeze before breezing out of the room and back to her classroom.
"Your Professor has a long and arduous task in front of her, Mister Potter, she will not be available for one on one chats until after school has been completed." Albus stared down at James over his half moon spectacles, his meaning clear. 'Stay away from my Professor."
"I assure you, Headmaster I have no intentions of taking Her-Professor Fenwick away from her duties to the school or any other extra curricular groups she might be party to."
"Excellent!" Albus clapped his hands together happily, all traces of his Order persona gone.
"The healer tells me you'll be able to appear at dinner tonight, you did well today, James and will make a fine addition to any employer."
"Thank you, Headmaster," James replied and groaned when the healer came bustling in with more salves and potions for his back.
"How did they go, Alastor?" Hermione asked the Auror who was going over his notes at her desk.
"Pitiful," he said gruffly and handed over his observation sheet.
"Remus was the fastest," Hermione grinned then quickly skimmed down the list. "Snape and Lestrange second and third?" Her grin was gone and replaced with angry scowl.
"They were fast little buggers, came in destroyed the golems in under two minutes. Lupin as you said was the fastest at 15 seconds, which I was supremely impressed with. Pity the Ministry is narrow minded with their ridiculous laws, we could have used him in Magical Law Enforcement."
"Don't even get me started, Alastor. I hate that Remus won't have an occupation after he leaves Hogwarts but he has a trust set up from the Potter's and I have enough money to support us both for a few years yet."
"He is going to make a good addition to the Order, regardless what Albus's views are on recruiting school children."
Hermione snorted, drawing the old Auror's gaze from his paperwork. "Something amusing, Fenwick?"
"Albus doesn't care about school children he cares about destroying Voldemort."
"So jaded for someone so young," Moody mused at stared at her sadly. "His heart is in the right place."
"I suppose it is," She replied guardedly. "This war is going to make killers out of children."
"You're barely an adult yourself," He replied, his blue eyes intense as they watched her carefully.
"I've seen things that no child should have to, I've hurt people, even caused deaths. I don't want them to go their wholes lives living through the guilt of killing someone."
"Well we can only hope that Albus has some plans up his robes then." Alastor took the parchment from her hand and went to the floo. "See you tonight, Fenwick."
"Hush up, Moony," Sirius whispered as Remus complained that the cloak was too small for the two of them now.
"Well get a move on," Remus snapped and pushed Sirius forward, sending the young wizard sprawling onto the floor with a loud thud.
"What the bleeding hell was that for?" He said harshly and yanked the cloak from off of Remus.
"For you being a prat," Remus replied and peeked around the curtain of James's bed. "Having fun, Prongs?" Remus asked his friend who was laughing silently as to not alert the healer.
"You two couldn't be more like a married couple if you tried, it's a little sickening to tell you the truth."
Sirius and Remus both glared at James who pushed back the covers and grinned. "I'm just teasing," He held up his hands in mock surrender then grabbed his socks and shoes.
"Why did you use the invisibility cloak, it's the middle of the day."
James stifled another laugh when Remus shot Sirius an angry glare. "Someone seemed to think we needed to hide."
Sirius leaned against the curtain frame and smirked. "Come on, Moony you know I just wanted to have a grope where no one could see us."
James buried his face in his hands and laughter wracked his body, even over his loud guffaws he could hear Remus spluttering and stammering.
"Padfoot!" Remus managed to exclaim after a few seconds of being stunned. "You could have just asked you know."
Sirius raised his brow, his smirk growing more prominent as he moved closer to Remus. "Is that so?" he asked huskily. "How about we skip dinn-"
"Enough!" James cried and grabbed the cloak. "I'm hungry and you two are going to put me off my food so let's get going!"
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Minerva whispered.
"What?" Hermione shook herself out of the daze. "I'm alright, just tired and wishing NEWTS were over."
"Aren't we all, dear," Minerva smiled tiredly then pushed a goblet over to Hermione who peered into it curiously. "We might have a long night ahead of us, drink."
"What is it?" Hermione lifted the goblet to her nose and sniffed delicately.
"A little elf wine with an invigoration draught."
"Oh that's perfect after the day I've had."
Minerva took a small bite of her dinner then smiled. "Yes I'd heard young Mister Potter was injured."
Hermione stiffened noticeably. "Yes, he was hurt pretty badly, I certainly got an earful from the healer."
"I do approve, dear," Minerva said quietly and patted Hermione's hand. "Dorea owled me before she passed on. She wanted me to look after James should anything happen to her and that she wanted her son to be with you."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she thought of Dorea. She missed the beautiful witch terribly and knew James was struggling desperately with the of his beloved parents.
"I loved her a lot," Hermione said softly and drank down the rest of her draught. "And your approval means a lot to me." She gave Minerva's hand a gentle squeeze.
Hermione smiled softly when Minerva hastily wiped a tear from her eye. "I seem to have something in my eye."
"Ladies…" Hermione turned to see Dumbledore hovering behind them, his ever present twinkle directed at their clasped hands. "Would you care to come to my office?"
"Certainly, Albus, I just have to do something first. I will meet you there."
"I'll come with you now, Albus," Minerva gave Hermione's hand one final squeeze before walking after Albus.
As soon as they'd left the Great Hall Hermione finally allowed her eyes to search out James and was immediately blushing at his heated, desire filled gaze. He gestured for her to join him and she glided down from the teachers table, unaware her journey was being watched intently by two Slytherins.
"How are you feeling, Mister Potter?" She asked and squeezed in between James and Sirius.
"I am well thank you, Professor," he said loudly so the table could hear their normal conversation. "You look good enough to eat." He finished softly and so only she could hear.
Hermione cleared her throat. "Yes, well I am pleased you're well," She slowly slid her hand under his robes and stifled a laugh when he jumped startled and knocked over his goblet of pumpkin juice. "Something the matter Mister Potter?" She asked innocently and slid her fingers further up his thigh, lightly brushing over his crotch before removing her hand completely.
"Off so soon, Professor?" Sirius smirked up at her when she stood, his blue eyes glinting with mischief.
"I have a meeting with the Headmaster tonight," She turned to Peter who was watching her with interest. "Mister Pettigrew, I wasn't sure if Mister Potter passed on my message to you?"
When he nodded she smiled and gave him a quick wink. "I have a shelf full of books that would be of interest to you, if I do not return too late tonight then I will send an elf with the password."
"Good night, gentlemen." She smiled sweetly and left the Great Hall, ignoring James's heated tight lipped glare and chuckling at the sound of Sirius roaring with laughter behind her.
Hermione was fuming and wished not for the first time she'd thought of transfiguring a punching bag in the shape of Albus Dumbledore. He was at the exact moment informing the order of the new recruits he'd planned to enlist after graduation and she felt sick to her stomach thinking of her dearest friends being on the front lines.
"Alastor was at Hogwarts today undertaking some assessments of the Seventh Year students. Alastor?"
"They were pitiful, only five look remotely promising from the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Two of those are ear marked for Death Eater duty as soon as they graduate, the other three were James Potter, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black."
"Wasn't Potter injured?" Someone called from the back causing Hermione's ire to increase.
"Yes, Professor Fenwick, care to tell us how a student managed to be injured under your care? I would have thought you more responsible than that." Albus smiled down at her with what seemed like a caring expressing, except she saw the hidden malice in his gaze, the anger of her closeness with James and the Marauders.
"He had some minor cuts on his back and a sore neck."
"Is his money bequeathed to the Order should he die?"
Hermione glared at Frank Longbottom in disbelief. "Is that all you care about Longbottom, James Potter's money?"
Frank's face reddened as he turned to face the angry witch. "And what were you caring about when he was being injured, or perhaps we should ask you what you were caring about afterwards?" He smirked at her nastily and Hermione had a hard time imagining this was the father of one of her closest friends and fierce defenders.
"What are you implying?" she growled angrily.
"I'm implying that you should be focused more on the Order and less on the pants of Hogwarts Head Boy."
Hermione heard several gasps echo through the room and even she inhaled sharply. "How dare you," she hissed. "What I do with James Potter is none of your concern nor will it ever be. I suggest you focus on your abysmal record as an Auror and less on the private lives of your fellow Order members."
"You bitch!" he cried and jumped to his feet, wand at the ready.
"Stop it!" Hermione lowered her wand as Alice Longbottom jumped into the fray, protecting her Auror husband. "We shouldn't be fighting," She directed her gaze to Hermione who sheathed her wand. "And we shouldn't be insinuating things about others love lives." This time her eyes landed on her husband who nodded curtly and put his wand back into his pocket.
"Yes well, what Professor Fenwick does with young Mister Potter is indeed her own business and his. In regards to his inheritance I have made moves to secure it in case of his demise."
"I can't believe we are having this discussion," Hermione shook her head disgusted. "We should be discussing how we're going to be training the recruits to be up to our standards, not what will happen to their estates should they die."
"Agreed," Alastor said from the podium, drawing a thankful smile from Hermione. "At this present time they are beyond pitiful, as I was saying earlier only three Gryffindors wizards impressed me enough to warrant inclusion into the Order. By default I think we'll have to include Peter Pettigrew who seems to hang around the three boys like a bad smell."
Hermione didn't think her anger could rise any higher but Moody's jibe at Peter raised her hackles. "Perhaps if we dismiss them so quickly they will find another outlet for their magical ability?"
The room silenced and all eyes were on Hermione. "What are you suggesting, Miss Fenwick?" Dumbledore said quietly, although there was no mistaking the anger in his voice.
"I am suggesting that if we turn away someone because of their lack of duelling skills they might find a darker way to release their energy. Dark spells, and several potions increased my own magical power. It is easy enough to find books that will help you magically and if rejected from those he feels comfortable with, someone might feel the need to seek out other options."
Alastor watched her carefully for a moment before nodding. "I agree, Pettigrew's in. Now onto the females, Lily Evans had quite a lot of magical power but little experience on how to focus it. I believe some intense training coupled with combat lessons from Fenwick and she'll be up to recruiting status."
Hermione was gripping the edge of her sit, desperately trying to quell the intense need to hex someone. She had known Lily was a member of the Order, or at least James was in this time but she never thought of having to train the witch one on one."
"Albus, it's ten o'clock we have to return to Hogwarts for rounds." Minerva had been watching Hermione out of the corner of her eye and noticed the young witch getting steadily angrier and more unrestrained to the point where her hair seemed to be crackling with power.
Albus nodded and with a wave of his wand all the Order papers disappeared with a flash. "We shall reconvene in seven days time for the initiation of our new recruits. We have thirty in total including today's offering from Alastor. Unless there is an emergency, we shall see you back here then."
Hermione stood and ignored all the well wishes that were sent her way, choosing instead to march straight to the floo and get back to Hogwarts.
She could see him the floor below walking slowly with his wand lit, beside him was the Head Girl as they completed their nightly rounds of the school, searching for rule breakers and children out of bed.
Hermione needed him desperately, needed to feel his skin against hers and feel his love. She wasted no time in moving down the staircase to where the two students were checking in a few dark alcoves and stood to await their arrival.
"Looking forward to the dance, James?" Lily asked conversationally.
"I am looking forward to school being over," He replied and shone the light into an empty classroom.
"Well I'm looking forward to the dance and dancing with you." She smiled at him sweetly and Hermione resisted the urge to gag.
"It should be fun. I'm sure you're an excellent dancer."
"My mother gave me lessons when I was a child so you're in for treat. We can show up everyone else."
James smiled and continued looking around the dark hallway for rule breakers. "Sounds like we're going to have a good time."
"James…" Lily started and reached out to touch his arm just as the light from his wand shone on the great marble staircase that Hermione was leaning against. "Professor!" She cried and covered her heart with her hand. "You frightened me!"
"I apologise, Miss Evans," Hermione replied, her eyes darting over to James who was staring at her heatedly. Obviously their earlier exchange in the Great Hall had not been forgotten. "I need to speak with Mister Potter, you can go back to your dorm now."
"But we haven't finished rounds!" She objected and looked to James expecting him to agree but only found him staring at Hermione with a look of pure wanting.
"It's alright, Miss Evans, twenty points to Gryffindor for your diligence and dedication to your position as Head Girl. However this really cannot wait."
"Alright, Professor." She said quietly and moved towards the staircase that led to the Gryffindor dormitory. "Good night, James."
"Night, Lily," he replied smiled at his fellow head, watching as the staircase changed and took her out of view.
He barely had time to react when his arms were full of the small curvy witch that he loved so desperately. Her lips connected with his neck as she pushed him forcibly backwards into the dark cold alcove he'd only just checked for rule breakers.
"Missed you…" She murmured into his ear and ran her hand down the front of his pants, smirking when he moaned deeply and grasped her arse hard.
"Anyone could walk past, little one." He spoke softly but with force even as she kissed along his neck and massaged the front of his pants.
"Come to my room, James?" She pleaded and he knew that refusing her would never be easy. "I need you to hold me, I need to feel your skin against mine."
"Bad meeting?" He asked gently as she tugged him into the hallway.
"Hush, the walls have ears." They arrived at Helga Hufflepuff's tapestry and Hermione whispered the password. 'Oh chaser, my chaser."
He chuckled as she led him into the passageway and they were instantly transported to her room. With a quick push she forced him into the room and against the stonewall where she attacked his lips with eagerness, her small hands making quick work of his school robes and flinging them to the floor.
"Did something happen?" He panted as she tore her lips from his to remove his crisp white shirt and unbuckle his pants.
"Albus is an arse and I had a run in with Frank Longbottom." She replied keeping her eyes on her task.
James sighed and grabbed her wrists, halting her exploration. "James…what-?"
"Are you alright?" He asked gently and released her hands to cup her face. "I've never seen you so- well aggressive before."
"I'm sorry I assumed you'd want to be with me." She turned from him feeling foolish all of sudden.
"Hey…" His callused hands grabbed hers gently and turned her around. "I didn't mean to hurt you, love, and I do want you desperately. I was just worried about you."
Her eyes glinted briefly before she launched herself at him again, her legs wrapped around his waist and her lips attacked his with so much passion it took his breath away. "I love you." She whispered and tore off her shirt, her legs dropped to the ground and she gave the same treatment to her long pants, kicking them away and licking the length of James's torso.
"Merlin!" He gasped as she dipped into his belly button, swirling around the sensitive flesh before moving onto his nipples. "Feels so good." He gripped the back of her head as she laved his nipples, sucking each one into her mouth while using her teeth to graze the sensitive peaks.
"Gotta get you uhhhhhh- Merlin!" He cried as her cold hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed him hard. "get you back for tonight!"
"Get me back?" She smirked and kissed up his chest, licking the hollow of his neck before nipping his jaw. "You appeared to like it."
"I did you naughty witch but I couldn't leave the table until my chaser stopped saluting," He laughed and spun her around quickly, reversing their positions and grinding his erection into her knickers. "Thought of Dumbledore in his long johns and then I could leave the table. You know they left me there on my own."
Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Poor baby," She cooed. "Can I make it up to you?" Although her expression was the epitome of innocence her eyes gleamed with desire.
"I'm sure I can think of something you can do," he said softly and ran his hands up her sides to cup her face. "I can think of a hundred things, starting with kissing you, then getting you out of your knickers and giving you some special treatment."
Hermione gasped as his hand palmed her nipple and he took the opportunity to kiss her deeply, his tongue seeking out her warmth and exploring her mouth passionately.
She gripped the back of his head as she kissed him back and rubbing herself against his hard cock. "Surprise- ohhh Merlin- for you!" She cried out as he dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth, his teeth scraping over the sensitive peaks as he gripped her hips.
"And what would that be?" he asked huskily and dropped to his knees in front of her. His sharp inhale of breath all she needed to know that he found her surprise.
"Nice…" He murmured and caressed the front of her knickers where she'd had sewn 'Property of James Potter'. "What brought this on, love?"
"Needed to belong to someone," she grasped his hair tighter, small breathy pants coming from her lips as he slowly tugged her knickers down around her ankles.
"Going to keep these," He said softly and threw them onto his pile of clothes. "Might hang them over my bed so the Marauders can see how lucky I am."
Hermione laughed and tried to pull him back up only to have his hands grip her wrists again to still her movements. "James?"
"Hush, love," He said gently and nudged her thighs apart. "It feels like an age since I've done this and I suddenly have an appetite for you."
"Bad boy…ohhhhh yes!" He lifted her foot over his shoulder and took a long slow lick of her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. "Oh you are a bad boy, more, love please!"
He chuckled against her heat and licked again, this time pushing his tongue inside her dripping pussy. "Keep still, love." His voice rumbled against her folds as she pushed down against his face.
"Can't- too good-, love you!" Hermione cried out as he licked her clit again.
"Love you too, little one," He took another swipe at her clit and grinned smugly as she came apart above him, her thighs clenching around his neck as she moaned loudly.
"That was- wonderful," Hermione panted and placed her shaky legs on the ground.
"Yes well,I do try my best."
A lopsided grin touched her trembling lips as she stared down at her handsome lover, she wasted no time in pulling him to his feet and kissing him hard, tasting her musky release on his lips and pushing him forcibly to the bed.
"I like trying my best too, Mister Potter," She purred and crawled up his legs, bending down to take a long swipe of his cock and mirroring his smug grin when he cursed and arched up.
"So beautiful," He said softly and ran the pads of his fingers down her flushed cheek. "And you're all mine."
She bit her lip as his hand caressed her nipples, tweaking and pinching as she straddled his legs. "Going to fuck you now." She stated and gripped the base of his cock and sunk down on him quickly. She threw her head back and moaned as he filled her completely, his legs trembling as her pussy gripped him like a vice.
"Oh Merlin's blue balls!" He cursed as she clenched her inner muscles around him and began moving quickly, rising to her knees then sinking down on him hard.
"Like that, love?" She panted and rode him hard and fast, he barely had time to thrust up before she was pushing down on him again. She leaned down and kissed him hard, her tongue thrusting in her mouth in time to movements on his cock.
"Oh yes more!!" He moaned loudly against her lips and gripped her arse tightly, taking control and pounding up into her hard, her high desperate whines fuelling him on and sending him slamming into her almost brutally.
"Yesssss…!" she hissed as he sat quickly and flipped her onto her back and pounded into her aching pussy mercilessly, grunting and moaning against her ear,
"So tight…so beautiful…" He grunted again and could feel his balls tightening, not wanting to come before his love he pressed his fingertips to her clit hard and watched her come undone, her beautiful lips gaping open in a silent moan as he stiffened above her. He would never find a more gorgeous vision as Hermione in the throngs of climax, her face was flushed and sweaty, her lips red and swollen and tiny breathy whimpers falling from her mouth.
"I love you, James," She cupped his face and kissed him gently on the mouth as he panted above her.
"Mmmm don't think I'll ever get sick of hearing my name on those pretty lips of yours."
Hermione felt a blush creep up her cheeks at his pronouncement. He was getting more confident in the bedroom, the way he spoke after their couplings would have a sailor blushing.
"Do you want to stay?" Hermione asked and gave him a little push so she could crawl out from underneath him.
"Where are you going?" He asked and rolled to his side, propping his head up on his elbow as he watched her move around the bedroom.
"I have to send Peter a message he needed to talk to me and I can't let him down," She replied and sat down at her desk naked to write the note.
"What does he want to see you about?"
"Now, Mister Potter that would be none of your business," She gave him a wink over her shoulder and called for the house elf. "Take this to Peter Pettigrew, make sure you aren't seen."
She could feel James's intense stare on her back and resisted the urge to return back to the warmth of his embrace, choosing instead to dress quickly and await the house elf.
"Come back to bed, love," Hermione felt a shiver go through her body at James's husky voice.
"This is important," Hermione replied and tied her hair back quickly just as the elf returned with a small pop.
"Mistress, boy wizard says he be 30 minutes."
"Thank you," Hermione replied warmly and turned back to James who was lounging in the sheets with a wicked grin on his face, a slow lick of his lips and a pointed look down to his crotch had heat pooling in between her thighs.
"James…" She said warningly but it only increased his heated stare, his hazel eyes were practically thrumming with desire.
"Little one…" He licked his lips again and let the sheet fall down to his legs, exposing his erect cock.
She felt a pulse of desire at his blatant offer and made her way to the bed slowly, keeping her eyes locked with his. "Is there a moment when you're not aroused?"
"When I'm asleep," He murmured and held out his hand for her to take.
"We haven't much time," She said softly and allowed him to push her pants down again, his warm hands caressing her skin as it was exposed to him.
"I don't need much time," He replied and gave her an indignant glare when she giggled madly.
His eyes blazed into hers as he pulled her back onto the bed and covered her with his larger body. He grinned wickedly as he forced her thighs apart and positioned himself between them before thrusting inside with a strangled gasp.
Hermione gripped his hair and pulled his face down for a searing kiss and thrust her tongue deep in much the same fashion as he did with his body below.
He fucked her hard and fast into the bed and they took each others groans and delighted sighs with their mouths still joined and their bodies moving more frantically towards completion.
"I love you," He whispered into her ear and gasped as her muscles began tightening around him, both coming quickly and shuddering. Hermione smiled sated and happy up at her lover and snickered softly when his deep even breaths invaded her ears and a soft snore broke from his nose.
"Typical," She muttered and nudged him over on the bed, retrieving her pants and quickly putting them back on to await the arrival of Peter.
Chapter End Notes:
yawn I'm sleepy and it's cold and raining...who wants to come warm me up? grins So James got the 'back' off chat from DD...do you think he'll listen? The Order wants James's money...kind of makes him a target hey :) and ambushing James heheeh so yum!
sneak peek:D
"How can you not see what this is doing? We are on opposite sides of the war and we always will be. One day we are going to meet on the battlefield and where will your loyalties lie then?"
"My loyalties remain to myself and to my family!" He hissed angrily, his hand gripping her face tightly as he glared down at her.
"Yet you think I owe you loyalty, for what, Lucius? Tell me why I should be loyal to you when you stand for everything I am against?"
Lucius sighed and ran his thumb over her cheek. "You should be loyal to me, Hermione because I am loyal to you, trust that if we meet on the battlefield you will not die from my wand."